Under Arrest - a Lola Night Story

NOTES: All characters are fictional, consenting adults over the age of 18, and this story takes place in an established loving relationship. Please remember consent is always required, and can be rescinded, so keep checking, folks.

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The knock on the door was not the usual, familiar rhythm. Instead, three firm, slow, ominous raps resonated through the hallway.

Was it him? She was expecting him, but the unusual knock sowed doubt in her mind... perhaps it was somebody else? Grateful that she had decided at the last minute not to greet him in only her dressing gown, Lola opened the door -- and then opened her eyes wide.

"Miss Lola Night?"

There he stood, dressed in dark slacks, a blue shirt and a dark blue tie, holding a badge, looking for all the world like a police officer, and not a very accommodating one at that.

"Sergeant Slammer, city police. I'd like to ask you some questions about a parking ticket."

Lola's mind sprang back to the day before, when she had in fact been horrified to find a parking ticket on her car at the railway station.

"May I come in?" he continued. "You might prefer this to happen in private, not on the street."

What was he planning? Her mind started to race - and not only her mind.

"Of course, Sergeant... please come in." She began to play along, although she wasn't yet sure what she was playing along with. He stepped inside, and she closed the door behind them.

As soon as her back was turned, he seized her from behind, and in a flash and two metallic clicks, he handcuffed her hands behind her back.

"Miss Lola Night, you are under arrest for parking without due care and attention. You are not obliged to say anything, but anything you do say may be taken down and used as evidence against you."

At this point he was holding her by her upper arm and escorting her forcibly into the dining room. Shocked by the suddenness and slickness of his maneuver, and just as impressed, Lola found nothing to say, but she started to feel aroused by his forcefulness, his inventiveness and the prospect of what was sure to come soon.

He pushed her against the wall, her back to him, and then let her go, moving backwards to observe whether she would dare to move. She did not.

"The mayor is cracking down on parking criminals like you, Miss Night. He's tired of people parking in his space, so he's throwing the book at anyone with a ticket. It used to be just a fine, but not any more. Now it's community service, hard labor, or even jail time. And a pretty lady like you will be very... popular in the can." He paused dramatically before the word "popular", making the terrifying prospect seem all the more real.

She began to think maybe this would be a good time to take a more active role, and use her charms to get out of the ticket -- and the cuffs.

"This is usually where the pretty lady tries to convince the cop that maybe just this once he could let her off lightly," he said, as if reading her mind. "But don't get any ideas. I'm a hard nut to crack. I don't think you'd be willing to do what it would take to get out of this ticket."

Now that was a challenge and she was determined to rise to it -- exactly as he had intended.

"And what makes you think that, Sergeant...?" Her tone of voice rose as if to ask him to remind her his name.

"Slammer, ma'am. Dick Slammer."

She felt like laughing out loud, but that was probably what he wanted her to do, and she wasn't going to play along that easily, so with some difficulty she restrained herself.

"Well, Miss Night, most women aren't willing to try, and of those who are, some of them end up regretting it. You don't seem... nasty enough to do what it takes to get me off -- sorry, for me to let you off." An unintentional slip? Knowing him, almost certainly not. But if there had been any doubt as to his intentions, there was none left now.

"Sometimes appearances can be deceptive, Sergeant. If you unlock these cuffs, I can make you glad you did."

"I'm sure you could, Miss Night. But I have no intention of releasing you. You've just made your case worse by offering to bribe an officer of the law with sexual favors. Now you definitely need to convince me to let you go. They don't really send parking offenders to jail. But attempted corruption of a public official... now you're really in trouble. So what will you be willing to do to get out of jail?"

"Anything, Sergeant. Anything you want."

"Anything? Are you sure?"

"Whatever it takes."

"Hmm, maybe you're nastier than I thought. Let's see..."

Lola was still facing the wall with her hands cuffed behind her back, and the metal was starting to dig into her delicate wrists. But there was no way she was going to ask him to loosen or remove them. She had to see this through. Besides, she could feel her arousal spreading.

He pulled her away from the wall, and pushed her roughly towards her small rectangular dining table. As she reached one of the long sides, he grabbed her ponytail and pushed her head and torso down, forcibly but carefully, until her face and chest were flat on the table, she was bent at the waist, and her tight round ass was pointing upwards. What was he planning? Her hands still tightly cuffed behind her back, and her face on the hard table, she couldn't even see him behind her.

But she could feel him lifting up her long dress and tucking it around her waist, then pulling down her black nylon tights and her black silky panties until they were around her knees, making it impossible for her to run away, even had she wanted to. Her ass was suddenly bared to the colder air, but her cheeks had no time to cool down as he began to spank each cheek in turn, slowly but firmly. She winced each time but refused to cry out, imagining that each blow must have left a red hand-print as a painful souvenir.

"You've been naughty, Miss Night, and if you're going to try to escape jail, it's up to me to make sure you're properly punished. Have you been punished enough yet?"

"Yes, Sergeant."

Smack.

"Wrong, Miss Night. Your punishment has barely begun. By the time I've finished with you, you'll be wondering whether jail would have been easier."

Smack.

Smack.

Then to her surprise, instead of another smack, she felt his hand reach roughly between her legs and pinch her pussy lips. Feeling how wet she was, he pushed two fingers inside her, started moving them around until Lola started to moan, and then abruptly pulled them out, leaving her hanging.

Then he moved around the table to the side where her face was sprawled against the hard wood, right on the edge, and pushed his two fingers inside her mouth.

Lola enjoyed tasting herself, so this was no punishment, but the forceful way he stuffed his fingers in her mouth was making her even hotter.

"I think you're ready for the next stage, Miss Night. Don't disappoint me."

Any doubt she may have had about what was coming next was quickly dissipated as she heard him unzip and drop his pants. From her position on the table, she could see his already semi-hard cock close to her face, and getting closer.

He grabbed her head, pulled it right to the edge of the table, and in one swift movement stuffed his manhood deep into her mouth. Lola tried hard not to gag, and he pulled out just in time, left her a moment to compose herself, and then pushed straight back in again. In this position, there was nothing she could do to control him: he could thrust straight into her throat, and it didn't matter to him whether she gagged or not.

As he fucked her mouth hard, his balls slapping against her chin, her nose pressed into his trimmed mound, his cock grew longer and harder. She knew she'd have trouble taking the last inch when he got completely hard, but she was determined to try. His cock wasn't the biggest she'd ever known, but it was plenty long and thick enough that she wouldn't change it for any other. She wanted to take him completely.

To her surprise, as soon as he reached full mast, instead of trying to stuff that elusive last inch into her mouth, he pulled out, walked around the table, and in one swift stroke sank his cock balls-deep into her soaking wet pussy. Then he slowly pulled out, and slowly pushed back in, slowly pulled out, and then SLAM! he pushed back in again in a flash. For what seemed like many minutes, he alternated slow and fast strokes, Lola trying and failing to guess which would come next, and loving the unpredictability.

There she was, prone on the table, her hands cuffed behind her back, her ass in the air, being fucked from behind... Lola felt almost disappointed there was no second cock to fill her mouth at the same time, but as she felt this, he walked around to fuck her throat again, his cock thick with her own juices. This time he did push in that final inch, and with the extra lubrication Lola was able to take it down, with a little discomfort but a lot of satisfaction.

He removed his soaking cock from her mouth and slapped her around each cheek with it, making her feel his hardness, making her his plaything. Then after one last stroke into her throat, he resumed his position behind her, thrust deep inside her pussy, and stopped.

His cock buried deep inside her, his balls grazing her clitoris, he wasn't moving at all. What was he planning? Lola didn't have to wait long to find out. She felt a pressure against her asshole, and a warm liquid, which she assumed must have been his saliva expertly dropped onto the perfect spot.

She knew what was coming next, so she relaxed and allowed his thumb to enter her tightest hole. Lola had discovered several years before how powerful anal stimulation can be, so this was pure joy to her. As his thumb reached all the way in to the knuckle, he started to thrust gently inside her pussy, making small strokes with his cock without moving his thumb in her ass. This drove Lola crazy. Quite apart from feeling completely owned and used by him, the sensations were exquisite. Before long, she was screaming out her first orgasm, pulsing through her ass and pussy.

After what seemed like ten minutes and yet ten seconds, a long time and yet far too short, he pulled his cock out, and thrust his other thumb into her pussy. Two thumbs, two holes, although not quite what Lola would call a double penetration. This did only last ten seconds, because he was merely looking to lubricate his thumb with her pussy juices, before pushing it slowly but firmly into her asshole. Two thumbs, one hole.

He replaced his cock deep into her pussy, immobile as before, and started working away at her ass with his thumbs, rotating them, moving one in and one out, or sometimes both in and out together. Lola hadn't yet come down off the high of her first orgasm, and this was driving her to the edge again. Sensing this, he started thrusting his hard cock in and out of her pussy again, and that was too much for her: she came hard, her pussy convulsing on his cock and flooding it with her orgasmic juices.

Still buried deep inside her, he waited until she caught her breath once more, and spoke for the first time in what seemed like ages. "So, Miss Night, you said you'd do... anything... to earn your release. Did you really mean... anything?"

"Anything, Sergeant." Lola knew full well what he had in mind, and she was ready for it. In fact, she realized she craved it, and would be frustrated if he stopped. She found herself hoping he wouldn't stop...

"Have you been punished enough yet?"

"No, Sergeant... I have been so naughty... I need to be punished hard." Hearing herself say these words, in the prone position she was still in, at his mercy, only made her need him more.

That was his cue. He removed his well lubricated cock from her pussy, positioned his head at her rose, stretched it wide with his thumbs, and began to push inside slowly but oh so surely, as Lola gasped and moaned with every fraction of every inch. Once deep inside, he took his thumbs away and put his hands on her hips, ready to ride.

He hadn't climaxed yet, but he had to be close, Lola thought. He couldn't last long inside her tight ass, surely. Given the scenario, she wasn't expecting him to go easy on her: this was not going to be a gentle, loving session. So if he came quickly, that might be for the better.

Several minutes of rampant fucking later, Lola was like jelly. His hard, merciless thrusts had driven her to a third orgasm, so powerful she had almost passed out, and still he kept pounding faster and faster, making her feel entirely possessed, taken, used... and loved.

Finally he pulled out, grabbed her ponytail and dragged her upright before pushing her down to her knees by the table. She only had a second or two to marvel at his manhood, hard and proud, before his orgasm struck and he coated her face with jet after jet of hot, sticky cum. Her nose and cheeks were covered; her open mouth was half-full, and her chin was dripping. She wasn't surprised: after the fucking she'd just had, she expected such a massive load.

What she didn't expect was for him to pull her up again by her ponytail, and drag her over to the wall, where before she could object he used his phone to take a photo of her cum-covered face, and then another one from the side, with a perfect view of his cum dripping from her nose and chin.

"Well, Miss Lola Night, I've arrested you, and I've taken some quite remarkable mug shots, which I'm sure the lads at the station would be VERY interested to see. So let's just say I'll ... forget to file the paperwork on your arrest ... for now." He turned her around and unlocked the handcuffs.

"Thank you Sergeant. I hope I was nasty enough for you."

"I would like to emphasize the words: for now. If you do anything illegal at all, anything, these arrest records might suddenly get filed. So you had better be good from now on."

"I will, Sergeant, I will."

"And I might also add that from time to time I might come to ... check in on you, to make sure you are still being ... good ... and to make sure I'm not tempted to file the paperwork anyway. I'm sure you can continue to persuade me that there's no need to come down hard on you."

"Sergeant, you can come down hard on me any time."